SECTION IV.

TIME Once past never returns: the moment which is loft, is loft for ever.

There is nothing on earth so stable, as to assure us of undisturbed reft; nor so powerful, as to afford us constant protection.

The houfe of feafting too often becomes an avenue to the house of mourning. Short, to the licentious, is the interval between them.

It is of great importance to us, to form a proper eftimate of human life; without either loading it with imaginary evils, or expecting from it greater advantages than it is able to yield.

Among all our corrupt pafsions, there is a strong and intimate connexion. When any one of them is adopted into our family, it feldom quits us until it has fathered upon us all its kindred.

Charity, like the fun, brightens every object on which it shines: a cenforious disposition casts every character into the darkest shade it will bear.

Many men mistake the love, for the practice of virtue; and are not fo much good men, as the friends of goodness.

Genuine virtue has a language that speaks to every heart throughout the world. It is a language which is understood by all. In every region, every clime, the homage paid to it is the fame. In no one sentiment were ever mankind more generally agreed.

The appearances of our security are frequently deceitful. When our sky feems most settled and ferene, in fome unobserved quarter gathers the little black

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cloud, in which the tempeft ferments, and prepares to difcharge itself on our head.

The man of true fortitude may be compared to the castle built on a rock, which defies the attacks of furrounding waters: the man of a feeble and timorous spirit, to a hut placed on the shore, which every wind shakes, and every wave overflows.

Nothing is so inconfiftent with felf-possession as violent anger. It overpowers reafon; confounds our ideas; distorts the appearance, and blackens the colour, of every object. By the storm which it raises within, and by the mischiefs which it occafions with out, it generally brings on the passionate and revengeful man, greater mifery than he can bring on the object of his refentment.

The palace of virtue has, in all ages, been repre fented as placed on the fummit of a hill; in the afcent of which, labour is requifite, and difficulties are to be furmounted; and where a conductor is needed, to direct our way, and to aid our steps.

In judging of others, let us always think the best, and employ the spirit of charity and candour. But in judging of ourselves, we ought to be exact and fevere. Let him that defires to fee others happy, make haste to give while his gift can be enjoyed; and remember, that every moment of delay, takes away fomething from the value of his benefaction. And let him who proposes his own happiness reflect, that while he forms his purpose, the day rolls on, and "the night cometh, when no man can work."

To fenfual persons, hardly any thing is what it appears to be: and what flatters most, is always farthest from reality. There are voices which fing around

them; but whose strains allure to ruin. There is a banquet spread, where poifon is in every dish. There couch which invites them to repofe; but to slumber upon it, is death.

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If we would judge whether a man is really happy, it is not folely to his houses and lands, to his equipage and his retinue, we are to look. Unless we could fee farther, and difcern what joy, or what bitterness, his heart feels, we can pronounce nothing concerning him.

The book is well written; and I have perused it with pleasure and profit. It shows, first, that true devotion is rational and well founded; next, that it is of the highest importance to every other part of religion and virtue; and, lastly, that it is most conducive to our happiness.

There is certainly no greater felicity, than to be able to look back on a life usefully and virtuously employed; to trace our own progress in existence, by such tokens as excite neither shame nor forrow. It ought therefore to be the care of those who wish to pass the last hours with comfort, to lay up such a treasure of pleafing ideas, as shall support the expenses of that time, which is to depend wholly upon the fund already acquired.

SECTION V.

WHAT avails the show of external liberty, to one who has loft the government of himself?

He that cannot live well to-day, (says Martial,) will be less qualified to live well to-morrow.

Can we esteem that man profperous, who is raised

to a fituation which flatters his passions, but which corrupts his principles, disorders his temper, and, finally, oversets his virtue?

What mifery does the vicious man secretly endure!Adversity! how blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver, in comparifon with those of guilt!

When we have no pleasure in goodness, we may with certainty conclude the reason to be, that our pleasure is all derived from an oppofite quarter.

How strangely are the opinions of men altered, by a change in their condition!.

How many have had reason to be thankful, for being disappointed in defigns which they earnestly purfued, but which, if fuccessfully accomplished, they have afterwards feen, would have occafioned their ruin?

What are the actions which afford in the remembrance a rational fatisfaction? Are they the purfaits of fenfual pleasure, the riots of jollity, or the difplays of show and vanity? No: I appeal to your hearts, my friends, if what you recollect with most pleasure, are not the innocent, the virtuous, the honourable parts of your paft life.

The present employment of time should frequently be an object of thought. About what are we now bufied? What is the ultimate scope of our present pursuits and cares? Can we justify them to ourselves? Are they likely to produce any thing that will furvive the moment, and bring forth fome fruit for futurity?

Is it not strange, (says an ingenious writer,) that fome persons should be so delicate as not to bear a difagreeable picture in the house, and yet, by their behaviour, force every face they fee about them, to wear the gloom of uneasiness and discontent?..

If we are now in health, peace, and safety; without any particular or uncommon evils to afflict our condition; what more can we reasonably look for in this vain and uncertain world? How little can the greatest profperity add to such a state? Will any future fituation ever make us happy, if now, with fo few causes of grief, we imagine ourselves miferable? The evil lies in the state of our mind, not in our condition of fortune; and by no alteration of circumftances is likely to be remedied.

When the love of unwarrantable pleasures, and of vicious companions, is allowed to amufe young perfons, to ingrofs their time, and to stir up their passions; the day of ruin, let them take heed, and beware!-the day of irrecoverable ruin, begins to draw nigh. Fortune is squandered; health is broken; friends are offended, affronted, estranged; aged parents, perhaps, fent afflicted and mourning, to the dust.

On whom does time hang so heavily, as on the flothful and lazy? To whom are the hours so lingering? Who are fo often devoured with spleen, and obliged to fly to every expedient, which can help them to get rid of themselves? Instead of producing tranquillity, indolence produces a fretful restlessness of mind; gives rife to cravings which are never fatisfied; nourishes a sickly effeminate delicacy, which fours and corrupts every pleasure.

SECTION VI.

We have seen the husbandman scattering his feed upon the furrowed ground! It springs up, is gathered